Far from the battle fields of the desert in Iraq , I had made it back from hell only to find out that there is a hell of a different kind waiting for me . My young bride had gotten a better offer and hit the road for greener pastures. The war had left me with a permanent limp and so my budding career in law enforcement had been stopped cold before it even started. So here I sit , campus cop at some ag tech college in the middle of some cornfield in Ohio. My nights once clearing streets in Bagdad where now spent breaking up noisy frat parties and coeds screwing in some of the most peculiar paces. But it was a paycheck and along with my disability I was able to live okay.
I remember when Cindy, my wife, long time wife with a huge appetite for cock, had wanted to go to a hotel bar, pick up a guy, a complete stranger, and fuck him. Boy is that ever a short synopsis. I wrote a story about one of those adventures, something about wives who fuck other men. But not all sex stories in my world are about Cindy. Hey, I'm not a bad looking guy, I dress nice, talk nice, I get my share of attention. She just gets a lot more cock than I get pussy. But, that's the way it works. I even think she got more pussy than I did. Anyway, I was out of town on business, nice hotel-convention center actually, and depending on the convention, a certain kind of "girl" showed up.
Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks. There are many hypotheses that try to explain how it is, our society cannot cater for the younger generation, how it fails them at a fundamental level and leaves them to learn and fend for themselves. We teach our children the usual things, History, Geography, to read and write, numerical skills, but we seem to have forgotten how to teach them social graces and how to behave.
Was it really almost 20 yrs ago? Doesn't seem like it? I can remember. Nineteen years old and still a virgin. Now that's something you don't want to get around to the rest of your shipmates. But hey, I was a little drunk and looking for sympathy when the subject of "last piece" came up. I was only temporarily assigned to the ship and wasn't really part of the group. They let me tag along sometimes and that's why I was there when the subject came up. So I told them I was a virgin. Got LOTS of sympathy. I'm just glad it was a small bar. I didn't have a lot of laughter to run through getting out of the place. It was about three weeks later when Bill came up to me on a Saturday night and asked if...
Jill finished herself off. Nancy stood up. She said "Jill you followed me" Jill said yes, I am sorry, but after our rendezvous I left and while driving home, I just could not stop thinking about how I wished I had gotten your phone number, so then I decided to turn around and come back to the store to ask you if you would like to keep in touch, well just as I pulled into the parking lot I noticed you getting in your car and, well I followed you and here I am. I'm sorry Nancy I don't mean to scare you.
I'm alone on the road, a travelling business man far from home. Picture me in my gray suit and briefcase driving from town to town, rushing to keep appointments, pressured to make a sale, trying to keep my chin and my spirits up day after day. Imagine the tired, weary executive who doesn't get to go home at the end of his work day. No, instead I'm eating dinner each night in a different diner, a faceless nobody at the counter or a solitary customer in some oversized booth with my newspaper and my meal. I'm sleeping in a strange bed in some anonymous inn. Then the next morning I move on, hitting the road again and heading down the highway to my next destination. It gets old real quick.